te of Mr. Campbell's, and Mr. Lewis. Mr. C(ampbell) was gone to
London. They were asked to dine to-day at Fulham Field, that is, I
think, the name of the Attorney Gen(era)l's(290) place. I am not
sure if she told me that they intended to go. Lord Barrymore danced
the pas Russe with Delpini, and then performed Scaramouche in the
petite piece. I asked how he danced; Mr. Lewis said very ill. How
did he perform the other part? execrably bad. "Do you think," I
said, "that he would have known how to snuff the candles?" "I rather
think not," says Mr. Lewis. Mie Mie is more satisfied with his
talents; she thought him an excellent Escaramouche; ce seroit
quelque chose au moins. But I am more disposed to think that Mr.
Lewis is in the right, and I hope, for the young nobleman's own
sake, that toutes les fois qu'il s'avise de se donner en spectacle,
et faire de pareilles folies, il aura manque a sa vocation. Sa mere
ne jouoit pas un beau role, mais elle y a mieux reussi.

But enough at present of this. No harm of any sort has come from it,
but Mie Mie tells me that Mr. Campbell's anxiety the whole time was
excessive. After all, she was not in the places which I had provided
for the greater security, but went into those which were originally
intended for her. The Prince was there, but not the Duke of York, or
my friend the Duke of Q.

Now a d'autres choses. I have in my last fright forgot one where
there were better grounds for it. The day I wrote to you last, as
you know, I was at Isleworth. Coming from thence, and when I landed,
the first thing I heard was that people with guns were in pursuit of
a mad dog, that he had run into the Duke's garden. Mie Mie came the
first naturally into my thoughts; she is there sometimes by herself
reading. My impatience to get home, and uneasiness till I found that
she was safe and in her room, n'est pas a concevoir. The dog bit
several other dogs, a blue-coat boy, and two children, before he was
destroyed. John St. John, who dined with me, had met him in a narrow
lane, near Mrs. Boverie's, him and his pursuers. John had for his
defence a stick, with a heavy handle. He struck him with this, and
for the moment got clear of him; il l'a culbute. It is really
dreadful; for ten days to come we shall be in a terror, not knowing
what dogs may have been bitten. Some now may have le cerveau qui
commence a se troubler.

John(291) has a legacy from Lord Guilford(292) of 200 pounds a year,
the General(293